sometimes when I talk to you I’m so excited that I lose the ability to express myself…
for the past year this fucking creeper has been persistently texting me even though i made it clear i wanted nothing further to do with him. it’s getting to the point where his texts (to which i never reply) are concerning me. it’s never more than a hi or whats up but it’s the persistence that is strange to me. I want it to stop, my service makes it a pain to block numbers and i’m worried if i don’t see what he’s saying I might endanger myself by not knowing how far the crazy is going.
what to do?
I think the popular perception that we’re a lot like the Victorians is in large part correct. One way is that we’re all constantly in a state of ongoing technoshock, without really being aware of it—it’s just become where we live. The Victorians were the first people to experience that, and I think it made them crazy in new ways. We’re still riding that wave of craziness. We’ve gotten so used to emergent technologies that we get anxious if we haven’t had one in a while.
But if you read the accounts of people who rode steam trains for the first time, for instance, they went a little crazy. They’d traveled fifteen miles an hour, and when they were writing the accounts afterward they struggled to describe that unthinkable speed and what this linear velocity does to a perspective as you’re looking forward. There was even a Victorian medical complaint called “railway spine.”
Emergent technologies were irreversibly altering their landscape. Bleak House is a quintessential Victorian text, but it is also probably the best steam-punk landscape that will ever be. Dickens really nailed it, especially in those proto-Ballardian passages in which everything in nature has been damaged by heavy industry. But there were relatively few voices like Dickens then. Most people thought the progress of industry was all very exciting. Only a few were saying, Hang on, we think the birds are dying.” —
shut up and enjoy all that is good in your life.
there was a time when being hard working and qualified was enough, that time is so far gone it doesn’t even sound real anymore. The battle is always up hill and nothing is ever a sure thing. there’s always someone better, or who knows better people than you. it’s easy to get discouraged so they tell you not to stop, not to give up as if they are trying to convince themselves too, but the alternative is stopping and then your done for, without even a chance you’re done. sometimes its not as clear, the direction you need to be moving in, it’s uncertain and you don’t want to go to far in the wrong direction but you just need to keep moving forward… what ever that means.
anyone want to go with me?